Mid Journey
Coming down the winding road of Aburi felt longer than it normally is. It was painfully taking forever to reach down from the mountains and there could be only one reason why …”Sorry I have a boyfriend“.
The words flashed through my mind and suddenly the realization hit me, it was embarrassing how I had to fake a phone call to get out of that awkward situation. I looked over at my side mirror hoping I wasn’t alone in this predicament of driving down this never ending Aburi road and caught myself looking at my sullen reflection. I couldn’t possibly be sad over getting rejected by someone I had just met, could I?
It was far from that, it was how my dating pool had suddenly reduced since I had become a devoted Christian. The ladies of the world did not want someone who was “chrifé” and the ladies I fellowship with also did not like the Christian brothers from the same church and me being a drummer in the minstrels department did not make my case any better; they had amassed a certain “stereotypical tag”, which I found false since joining them.
“There has to be a way around all this”, I thought to myself as I approached the end of the road. Finally I sighed to myself.
TO BE CONTINUED …
The Epistles 